great big heat you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu you better look at all the beef you
does my heart hurt so bad? You don't know why You wanna be the man You wanna be demanded By other people's hands So high You're caught up in its leaves
, "Mami won't you meet me halfway?" Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with niggaz that heartless, picture me, you
you got uh Say about what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me, bullshitin' me I can give a fuck about your vida, your better believe You'll meet,
Yeah It's Daz that mass-murderin' motherfucker So what you feel like, you wanna get caught up? Fool you better recognize Death Row came to chastise So if you
you in the club Talkin' 'bout a bitch that you supposed to fuck Nigga you better go check that hoe You better go check that hoe, fuck that hoe You and
on your back who got you charged? Wanna get the mac off guard? Nigga I don't know you so you better come hard get your nieces, nephews, and cousins takin
jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw You
when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the Streets, hit the joints like hollow Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then With po-po corruption
where we slang that cavi Fool if you don't know, it's Compton Cali Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you, bitches
my mind turns corrupt so I'm mentally fucked I be bringin' the pain like meth Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane Hollow points
in they driveways Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me So you better
you feel you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at You best to watch your back Cause I
the finger points at the punk And your crew wasn't down from the get-go Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go? Hollow points get to the point
nuttin' you could kick back And smoke a beadie to, you know? Yeah, like that, some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think and help you
whatever My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know This how the player's do it I know you standin' there confused You
with a twelve gauge Mossberg, leavin' you stiff and cold. Nigga, what ya gonna do when the muthafuckin' thugstas come for you? You snooze, you lose, you
lot of fiends in the ditch, bleed Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep When I pap that chrome It'll be gone, what you're fuckin' with? The ever